My bird flies to you *** Mon oiseau vole à vous

L'âme pure vole librement,

comme un oiselet glamour,

pas de temps, pas de distance,

mon amour,

notre existence

se dissout dans vérité finalement. *

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I send a bird to you,

look, as my albatross

drifts across oceans' blue

distance, sleeps on sea-moss

covered timeless shipwrecks,

bathes her feathers on light

ripples under old decks,

sun rays guide her long flight

through blue heights, until she

arrives in fragrant whiff,

look, as she nears your sea

shore's water washed, white cliffs,

capture this airy mood

before she would escape!

hold gently, as if you'd

embrace my fragile shape,

hug with defender arms,

listen to her whisper,

my soul conveys the charm

of our common secrets,

my heartbeat throbs under

feathers' white blanket, my

frail emotions' amber

is shining in bird-eye,

to forever remind,

that souls always unite,

through separated lives

search for familiar signs,

find each others' echos

in time's confused pattern,

remember in life-flow

to guard your found lantern,

remember, this bird is

my soul's precious gift,

deja vu, toned light pink,

never forget to think

of your faraway blonde,

when an albatross flies

over your head, beyond

the sublime, ancient skies.